Paroles The Very Thought Of You par Michael Buble

The very thought of you
And I forget to do
The little ordinary things
That every when ought to do
I'm living in a kind of day-dream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem to me
That's everything
The mirror ideal of you
The longing here for you
You'll never know

How slow the moments go
Till I'm new to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you,
The very thought of you, my love

I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you,
The very thought of you, my love